The way the water wends

It's twice the rate at which rain doth fall
Into how fast it's a-gittin' there, square.

Plus what it is a holdin' it back times
Deux points trois ( l'eau sanitaire).

And how far thou art toward heaven
(or toward hell better not go there!).

Now, I ain't the one who made this up,
But I do believe it's true.
And if you want to check it out,
Right here is what you do:

Talk with them fellers, Leon and Dan'l
(They's the ones who told it to me).
Though, strange, when I asked them who they wuz,
They said "Oil her" and "Burn you, Lee!"

Winding along the worrisome way,
Things heat up, and so I guess
You better not forget to
Account for shear distress.

My palpitatin' heart is a-pumpin',
It's plumb positively displaced!
And those heady words, "Energy o'er weight,"
My feeble mind just can't erase.

I'm feeling hot, tired and hammered,
Need a cool shower, I would say.
Ain't got no indoor plumbin' here,
But I figgered me another way...

Got eleven sixty gallon water barrels;
The old horse can lift 'em six feet,
And wash me down in just a minute,
That'll be perfect and complete!